as his head slowly retracts into the depths of his trachea

lick the smoke off me
I don't want to smell it anymore
try to breathe softly
when inside you're shaken to the core

no more lies, a lie is just a perfect night on fire
waiting to be cold
I have to, I ask my questions loudly
questions asked loudly are questions from the bold

speak softly the words you mean
the words that always make me sick
you've had me for quite some time now
so take your pick, what about me's old?